As I walk through the dirty track I feel bored.
“Where are we going?” I ask the field trip manager.
“Everyone go over towards the pig styes.”
But as I went towards the pig styes, the field trip manager singled me out.
“Hey, are you Zak?” he asked.
“Yes,” I replied.
“I have been told you like chickens,” he went on. “I have something to show you, follow me.”
As I walk into the old chicken coup, a chick flies through the air.
”I never knew they could fly,” I said.
“They can’t,” he said, “ this one’s a special one.”